Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
Longing for faith, my soul beneath the veil in grief did pine,
Till Thou didst teach that Grace alone bestows this gift divine.
Nor can repentance bear its fruit, nor contrite tears impart,
Except Thou cast perfect brokenness into the sinner's heart.
In showing me the true beginning of the way to Thee,
Thou humbledst Thyself unto hell's lowest deep;
The fearful gulf yawned wide beneath my wandering feet,
Yet Thou Thyself – the only Way – dost safely keep.
Thy Grace alone sustaineth whom the deeps would claim;
Thou stayest him that else were swallowed in despair.
Thou askest nought but tears in true repentance' name,
And mind made new by holy change and faithful prayer.
From Thee all things receive their life, their breath, their being;
Thou bringest forth from hell, corruption, passion's night;
Revealing purity no mortal thought can compass seeing,
And givest Living Water, lest the seeing soul should die.
May each inhale be Thy cold fire –
Ineffable, unseen, without beginning,
Unchanging, deathless, never to expire,
Intangible, yet all my being filling.
All innocent humans redeemed through Christ.' Who you have caused to die are now observing each throw of the dice, you
Won no power, with their deaths you caused..And stand in error..Oh fie on you all. For humanity stands despite the lies in
The now and eternity.' Under a loving Gods
Eyes.' Who gave you a stage.' To display all
You are.' Just as with herod ceaser and pharoah and lucifer that star.' They all revelled in their power.' And caused immense pain..For they percieved their
Special status would never wane.' So they
Built their treasuries..Yet outside of God reign.'
Which is allowed..' Yet is in sheols
reekless deeps its plain..God now
owes them no-thing.' And no thing exists of itself.' Watch
As for isreal temporal realm..That no more
Wrestles with God'
the world is turning, soon to
Be allowed to tear
Them down.) In the main.)
When I examine the episodes
beyond my routine day -
those testing times that make a man
and scattered along the way -
my life - like a coastal track
with many flats and steeps,
the turning points and braided paths,
the cliff edge and the deeps -
I find my memory exaggerates,
simplifies and scaffolds truth
to make big driving reasons
for the disasters of my youth.
It is only with some effort
and an honest brutal survey
that I can see a tenth of all
the things that made my way.
So I have to face the tragic fact
as I tumble down this slope:
there’s a lot more to my current fall
than a simple lack of rope.
O, vast expanse of stardust, void, and light,
That burns a hushed symphony through the night,
From trembling earth, a speck of green and blue,
We send our greeting, Cosmos, unto you.
We are your children, born of ancient fire,
Caught in a dance of longing and desire.
We see your nebulae in shades of red,
Where new suns wake upon a starry bed.
We trace the Milky Way’s celestial spine,
And wonder at the wonders that are thine—
The black holes, spinning in their silent gloom,
And comets bring their prophecies of doom.
Yet here, on this small, spinning, vibrant shore,
We gaze above and humbly ask for more.
We breathe the oxygen, a gift of grace,
And send our thoughts into the deeps of space.
Though we are bound to gravity’s firm hand,
Our spirits travel far across the land,
Past Jupiter, where shades of orange sway,
To Andromeda, shining far away.
O, grand abyss, we greet you in the dark,
A tiny, thinking, and passionate spark.
Though we are small, we mirror your great scale,
With love and hope that never seem to fail.
Receive this greeting from our hearts to thee,
A whisper from your vast eternity.
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still -
most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
He bought a steel building
Someone told him to use
Ancient technology to create
A pro founded dwelling
He bought. the building
he decided a rammed earth center
wall would complete the design
Where the garage door is a cobbled
Wall would installate us that in most
Wintered seasons we are due the
Coldness that winter owed
He drilled holes
And installed rebar
And use cobb to create thick walls
Interioral to buffer the coldest season
The Ancients, the Ancients he
Taught and preached to benifet the
Extremes of the seasons
Both ancient and modern
Cause it ain't she-it and my darn
There is chill to ward-way
To winters cold to spay
Might we benifet for natures negagence
And the thermal mass to ease
and not make task
Oh the Ancients he spoke
to be taken serious and be a joke
that man and family should prosper
And benifet not to chore ah-rah-la-ah
The Ancients both modern and sound
Techs broad and ah bound
Cheapest to material these mortals sound
Oh the Ancients!
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
We drift on streams of an unspoken law.
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What forms of life, what purpose, and what grace,
Await the curious and unblinking awe?
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
Will our new kin have song upon their face,
Or hide their thoughts behind a fearful flaw?
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What structures rise, what beauty they embrace?
What gentle gods hold them in hopeful draw?
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space.
A fragile home, a vibrant, hopeful case;
We near the sun, and watch with sacred awe.
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place.
What do they dream in their terrestrial race?
We hold our breath and see what we foresaw:
Through hushed deeps of dark and endless space,
The blue-green pearl gleams brighter in its place,
I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
I am so much, but I'm also earth!
Lately, I'm more blue than green.
Save the planet! Keep it all clean!
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still - most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
A Throne of Despair
In a room where whispers coil and fade,
A figure lingers, their story unmade.
Loneliness drips from the ceiling’s decay,
Each drop a memory slipping away.
The chair by the window, a throne of despair,
Holds echoes of laughter that once lingered there.
Faded photos cling like ghosts to the wall,
Remnants of moments that answered love’s call.
Outside, the world spins, vibrant, alive,
Inside, the silence struggles to thrive.
Winds howl like wounds that endlessly bleed,
A garden of dreams consumed by its greed.
Each tick of the clock, a shackle, a chain,
Stretching time with unbearable pain.
Buried beneath sorrow and cruel twist of fate,
Lies a broken promise, a love turned to hate.
Through cracked windows, the night softly weeps,
For hearts that are lost in unfathomable deeps.
No guiding stars, no refuge in sight,
Only shadows consume the remnants of light.
The bloc..Has lost the moment.' Perhaps thats no surprise?
An insularity within a country.? Well let the folks decide.!
And if they throw that bloc upon the current lakes?
Will it smoothly ride? Or lacking true fluidity.? into
The deeps will it slide?
when mortal coil doth — dearest tomb keeper,
shroud the vibrant hue — of the dark and cold.
of life's brief candle — grant me one more kiss,
and the darkness creeps — my last farewell told.
through ebony's cold — revive my red lips,
and lonely shadow true — now grown pallid pale,
i search for the sweet — and in thine lit eyes,
guidance in dead's deeps — final breath i hail
lo, the void's abyss — thy lips, a blue rose
doth stare at me cold — winter's icy grasp.
Death—Life
Love
Forbidden
Laid to Rest
O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.
The distance that defies the divine betwixt us
Somehow is no occlusion for you to reach me,
But gods 'gainst me guarding your gates, and hope's quietus,
Make my valentines reaching you an impossibility.
Somehow still, suffocated in these sorrowful seas,
I seem to mishear the rhythm of your limpid light
As a melody yearning to find the lost keys
To my manacles and enrapture me with your sight.
When finally I undo these tethers for you,
The cosmos Herself derides my dolorous deeps
Laved in a longing that over millennia grew,
And shrouds your smile with a prejudiced eclipse.
But I see you clad carnally in that cerecloth--
Why?--stoking the gypsy in me with your misconstrued call.
Why did you build that stairway of light and masquerading troth,
That I so eagerly took, thus perishing in a fall?
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with all uv their
love
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soft touches
kisses
hugz
listen to mine
bluster
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pop
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ponderous tresses
hot chocolate with
thick marshmallows
champagne
cherries
excited
trickling flesh
mine lips
theirn digits
Friday nights"
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